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Thursday, July 31, 2014

In a midtown
hospital at this precise moment a man child takes its first breath and
announces his arrival. The mother is
relieved to have it over. These last couple of months have been difficult and
now here is the result of all that labor, little Sam.

They aren’t
the same parents Sam had before but close enough as to race and intellect. Sam’s eyes don’t focus as of yet and he hasn’t
discovered one of the most important thing about himself at this age… his thumb
for sucking. When his mama isn’t
available that thumb will save the day.

The first
thing he will learn to do is to lie. He
will scream and cry when there is nothing wrong with him. He just wants
attention and that is his way of getting it.

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Sam's New Parents

He learns
that the goo goo sounds have power when used at the right time for it is one of
the devices that endears him to everyone.

At age three
he hits the other kids and that is very encouraging at this point. The darkness
is taking root in him at this early age although he hasn’t a clue that we’re in
the background working on him.

Almost
everything in existence when misused can be an object of evil working within
him.

There came a
bone of contention between Sam’s mom and dad because his mom wanted to take him
to church and his father (whom I will soon harvest) wasn’t going to stand for
it.

He said, “Let
him grow up and then choose for himself whether he wants to go to church.”
(this is one of my favorite sayings; it is straight from the big man himself).

Her reply
was, “I suppose we should apply the same standard to everything in his life. Like going to school; let him grow up and then
decide if he wants to get an education and going to the dentist and eating a
balance diet. His taste for sweets would exclude food that is necessary for
proper development.”

While they
argue I vote for no church for I have a safe and sane path for him to follow
(right to Hades).

Much to my
chagrin the mother won out but I saw to it that Sam didn’t get much out of
church. While it seemed he was always
acting up it was me agitating him just enough to make him seem incorrigible. I was having the time of my life.

I can’t wait
until he gets older and I have a lot more to work with.

His mother
was disturbed at Sam’s behavior and started to read the Bible to him every
night.

Why couldn’t
he get a mother who was a boozer and didn’t care if he went to hell? It just makes my job a little harder but I’ll
still get him for he is mine.

He is
starting to nurture a good one called, “hidden sin.” He is sinning and hiding it from everyone.
This will trouble him his entire life. It will follow him to his grave unless
he repents of it, but he will be so enamored by some of it he won’t want to
repent. This is going to be fun watching
him squirm.

He may try
to be righteous but he can’t for I have my hooks in him. I’m getting tired of what I consider small
stuff that he does, lying, stealing and the like.

He is almost
ten and age gives me something new to work with. I think I will test him out a bit by sending
him a few thoughts of mine. Just to see if he is ready for some heavier stuff.

Well sad to
say that didn’t go over very well. His Mom is still feeding him that Bible
stuff and it is squelching the information I am feeding him.

Another year
or two and my contribution to his thoughts will start to override her efforts
because he will want to experiment with the unknown good stuff.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

“This is
crazy. The only one that fits the category you speak of is GOD.”

“Now you are
beginning to get the picture. I’m here to pick you up and escort you to you
final place of judgment as soon as you use that gun on yourself.”

“This makes
no sense at all.

Who are you?”

“My name is
Mr. Ebon. Perhaps you have heard of my brother, Mr. Black.”

“Are you
some kind of angel or something?”

“Yes as a
matter of fact that is exactly what I am although one of the lower ones. I just
need to check your papers and see where you are assigned.Well now this is strange. I have heard of
this happening but have never had a case like this.

It looks
like there was a glitz in your life plan and you can either use the gun and go
with me now, or you can live your life over.You need to think this over very carefully.”

“What
happens if I want to live my life over?”

“You start
from being a little baby in your mother’s womb.If you don’t get aborted then you will make the trip down the birth
canal and break forth with a mighty yell when you taste fresh air for the first
time. You will then begin your life’s journey all over again.Soooo, tell me what is your decision.”

“I have had
a miserable existence so far and it couldn’t be any worse the second time.My wife ran off with my partner and took all
our money and left me with all the debts.My kids are rotten, on dope, and in trouble all the time and will not go
to school. I lost my home and the rent is due for which I have no money to pay
with.

Either way
I’m out of this life, so I think I would like to take you up on your offer to give
life another shot, and do it over again. I will correct the mistakes I made
before and knowing what I now know it will be easy.”

“Wait, maybe
I gave you the wrong impression.You
will start as a baby child without any knowledge of the past.”

“Wait
yourself that isn’t fair. How am I going to know what to do and what to change
if I don’t know where I missed it the first time?:”

“Those are the
rules and can’t be changed; you will have to work with what you have and if it
turns out as it did before then you have no one to blame but yourself.”

“I still
don’t think its fair for I will have to deal with the same parents and
siblings.”

“No you don’t
understand. The only thing that will be the same is you. The parents you have
will be just an average couple who have to deal with the normal problems of
this day and age.”

“Well I’m
ready, when do we start.”

“It will be
soon but first let’s go over this again for I want to be sure you don’t want to
end it all yourself.Here is your gun
all cleaned up and loaded ready to go. You won’t have to go through the whole
thing again.

Don’t think
it will be any easier for it won’t be. As you think about the hard places you
have gone through while they won’t be the same they will be similar to the ones
you dealt with before. The only thing you can hope for is you will react
differently. Before you make the change and are reborn there is one thing you
should know. I came here to transport your soul to a place of judgment darkness
where I dwell.

While I am
disappointed at having to wait for you I know it is only a matter of time
before I get you. I have many helpers and they will force upon you every kind
of temptation.

This will
insure you don’t change your final resting place. You are mine and I don’t
intend to lose you. As you succumb to temptation you will sink into a similar
situation as you are in now.”

“What if I
don’t yield to your tempting me?”

“You will
for you won’t know I’m the one tempting you. You will think it is yourself who
is being drawn to what is commonly called ‘Sin.’

While
waiting I have many more to pick up so I will be busy but will have more than
ample time to keep you in the fold. You will not remember that I’m waiting for
you to and though I hate it that is the way it is.

Just look
around you and you will see so much of mankind who are playing into my hands
and they are ignorant of what awaits them because of their way of living. They
are so deceived by my master… that they think he isn’t the force behind them
driving them to perdition.”

Sunday, July 27, 2014

This short fictional story is continued and it is only 4 chapters long

Mr. Ebon suddenly appeared

As Sam
Morgan sat at his desk he was staring at the ceiling and his mind was a total
blank.

He must have
been doing that for thirty minutes undisturbed for all the employees had gone
home two hours ago.

Finally a
thought appeared on the canvas of his mind and all it brought with it was a
painful reminder of past mistakes. He wasn’t a bad man but he had done things
he shouldn’t have done and they surfaced at inconvenient times to torture him.

“How many
times must I pay for my failures?” he thought?“Why does it keep haunting me? If someone could tell me how I can change
the past then I will gladly do it.I
will change everything in a flash just tell me how.”

When I plead
my case all I get for an answer is… silence with no remedy. I have hardened my
soul against all my unkindly deeds but under laying it all it still remains
eating away at me.

Sam kept a
revolver in his desk drawer and finally took it out. He took the bullets out of
the gun and clicked the trigger several times playing Russian roulette without
the bullets in the gun. He then reloaded the gun and was thinking of a way out
of this life.

As he
thought of his life he was startled by a man standing in the shadows of the
large office. When he composed himself he was finally able to speak.

“Who are
you?” he asked.

The figure
was silent remaining in the shadows.

Once again
Sam spoke; “Who are you and how did you get into here?”

The
mysterious figure moved slightly but remained silent.

This is the
last time I’m going to ask you; “How did you gain entrance to my office for the
building is locked and my office also.”

The figure
took a few sinister steps toward Sam and it was unnerving to him.

“My door
always squeaks when opened, and makes a loud piercing noise when opened even a
little.I won’t allow it to be oiled for
it always announces someone’s arrival. How did you get in without the door
doing its duty?”

With a
couple more steps taken the strange figure now was close enough for Sam to see
his eyes and they were icy cold.

Fear gripped
Sam but he didn’t want to show it if he could avoid it, as the figure took a
couple more steps.

When he was
standing at the desk front he stared at Sam and spoke; “I have come.”

“You have
come, what are you here for?”

“I have come
for you.”

“Well what
if I don’t want to go with you.”

“You don’t
have a say in the matter.”

“Who are you
anyway coming in here talking all this foolishness and making no sense at
all?You still haven’t answered my
question; how did you get in here?”

“I am like
the wind, I go where I want to go and walls don’t stop me.”

“Well that
may be but I’m telling you to get out of here the same way you came in and
don’t come back again.”

“I am sorry
but I can’t leave yet.”

“Do you mind
telling me why?”

“Yes I could
but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

“I haven’t
got a clue as to what you’re talking about just get out of here.Okay I’m going to leave and you can stay here
if you like.”

“Oh I’m
going to leave when you do, or I should say you’re leaving when I go.”

Friday, July 25, 2014

My name is
Lucas. People use different versions of the name depending on what they expect
to get from this meeting.

Sometimes it
is Mr. Lucas so as to add a little respect to the greeting and again it is just
Lucas. Some consider me the one to come to when they have a situation they
either can’t handle or don’t want to handle.

I have my
own community, the law calls it a gang, or mob for convenience sake, but it is
no such thing. It is a group forced to
live in close proximity to one another due to economic reasons.

For some
reason, and believe me I don’t understand why but people come to me for advice.
The want me to solve their problems by giving them the answers they need to
make things work out for them.

Sometimes I
think they must have watched the movie, “The Godfather” too many times. I get
tired of people coming to me wanting answers.

If the
advice doesn’t work out they blamed me. On these occasions it works out to
their advantage for if they screw up they would say Lucas said to do it like
this. This would shift the blame to me and there would peace in the home once
again so I suppose it does some good either way.

Another thing;

About being an advice giver was too much of it
had to do with sexual things. Both men and women come to me about all kinds of
issues.

Young guys
come to me and say, “Hook me up with that girl” meaning help me get her into
bed. I tell them right off, “The pimps
work down on 42nd
street so go down there.”

Recently I
have taken a page from the Patrons of old and started to ask, “What are you
going to do for me if I do this thing?”

Most of the
time they can’t come up with an answer and I will say “I will let you know
later what you must do for me” and they quickly agree to do whatever I say.

Usually what
they want is a simple thing. I have fun with the women when they come to me
with problems with their husbands in bed. They tell me their husbands aren’t
good lovers and want me to clue them in as if my name was Kinsey.

I ask them
what they want and they usually turn red and I say, “Oh, that’s what you want
them to do?” and then it gets even funnier. I go into the routine of; “if I do
this for you what are you going to do for me”? It is then they don’t know what
I’m going to ask them to do and they become very uncomfortable. I don’t let
them off the hook by saying; “This is a very embarrassing thing you want me to
do but it will be done as you wish but someday I will call on you for payback.”

They leave
thinking they have a debt they hope they won’t have to repay.

The men do
the same thing wanting me to get the wives to be more responsive to their
fantasy. I tell them if you want more romance then be more romantic and give
them a couple of tips. Usually a week
later they come up to me and say my advice worked wonders.

Personal
Economics

The next
thing is a money thing where I am supposed to solve money problems for the
people. Small things like whether or not to buy a new sofa are easy but then
they come to wanting to borrow money from me. The last thing I want to do is to
say no to their request for money but it is obvious I can’t support the whole
of our community.

Each case
falls into a different category it seems but one of the most frequent revolves
around me getting someone to forgive a debt. Whether it is personal or business
there is not much difference between them for people want to be paid. I try to
work out a reasonable solution for all parties which sometimes works and
sometimes not. In either case no one is completely happy but somewhat consoled.

When it
comes to me loaning money to someone who asks me I give them my stock answer; “I
have two kinds of money. My personal money I use for my survival and my loaning
money. These are separate and I never mix them. My loan money is all loaned out
but if you can get the people who have it to pay me back I will loan it to you.”
I tell them who owes me and leave it up
to them to try to collect for me.

Then There
Is This

A young man
I have known slightly who came to me and said his girlfriend has broken up with
him and he is going to kill himself. I said, “Why?”

He went on
saying, “My heart is broken and I don’t want to live.”

“I must say
you are wrong. Your heart isn’t broken for it is still doing what is always
does which is to pump blood through your body.”

He said, “You
don’t understand that was just a figure of speech.”

“You mean
you’re going to kill yourself over a figure of speech? That doesn’t make any
sense to me.”

He said, “Let
me start over; she said she doesn’t love me anymore.”

“Then she
must love you less?”

“I don’t
know, maybe so.”

“It sounds
like she doesn’t know what she wants and I wouldn’t kill myself because of a
girl who doesn’t know what she wants. Now
let’s think about this. Do you think she will be going out with someone else in
the near future?”

“Well yes,
probably so.”

“Which means
she is a two timer type, right? First it was you and now it will be someone
else. How many before you, I bet it was several.”

“Yes I’m
sure it was.”

“And was she
intimate with them?”

“I suppose
she was - there were a couple of guys who said she was.”

“Let me get
this straight for I’m confused. You are in the middle of a long line of guys
who she was overly friendly with and you’re upset because she is moving on.
Doesn’t it seem more reasonable to be glad you’re rid of her? Before you answer
let me ask, do you think you could get another girlfriend?”

“Yes I think
so.”

“One who is
as pretty as or even prettier than she?”

“Yes, I
think so.”

“One who
hasn’t had all the experience she has had?”

“I’m sure
about that.”

“Now I could
go on but isn’t it the best day of your life when you have got rid of a tramp
and you are going to be looking for a real woman instead of psycho-babe?”

“You know
you’re right. I didn’t know how lucky I am. I have a couple in mind, and I’m
going to start working on them tonight.”

“Just
remember it will take some time and effort to win over something worthwhile.”

As he left I
thought, well one more problem dealt with. He will be back for either for a
tune up or to tell me of his successes.

Money
Matters

Perhaps you
wonder if I charge for my advice and the answer is no.

People do
donate small things to me but I never ask for anything. On the other hand it
would be an insult to refuse a gift from people I help; so I receive it with
thanks.

There is a
lot of useful information that comes to my ears. Sometimes when there is a
fixed horse race I manage to make a wager and sometimes I realize enough to
support myself for a year or two of course that is after taxes.

Then there
is the stock market. I have the reputation of guessing which stocks will go up
or split or something like that. Because of my success I have been invited to
talk to the SEC a time or two but I convinced them I was on the up and up.

I have
purchased some prime real estate over time and am invested in some of the
better Hotels. I reserve a penthouse for a weekend just for the fun of it a
couple of times a year.

My Charities

A man in my
position is looked to when someone is in need. This is different than someone
putting the bite on me for a loan they don’t intend to pay back. Since I know everyone in my neighborhood
everything is personal.

Even with my
success making money I don’t have enough to care for the many blocks of my
people. So I have made contacts with
every government agency and send the people to the department they need to be
in contact with. Sometimes I go with
them and sometime it will be a local lawyer. In any case my people are cared
for even though I have to get them to bend the rules a little.

My Future

Do I intend
to keep on with my God-Father-ish ways?

I don’t
know. I suppose I would have to move far away in order to discontinue my
present way of life.

There is a
certain god like quality that surrounds a man who does what I do. A similar
adulation the witch doctor gets only without his trappings.

I guess my
answer is; “Yes I intend to continue until my mind can no longer think clearly
and give sound advice then I will pass the gauntlet to someone else and let
them bear the burden.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

They started
working on Joe and finally invited Lynda for a visit when they thought Joe had
agreed and accepted their wishes.

Early before
the rooster crowed Joe packed his stuff and asked one of the stable hands to
take it to town. He saddled his two horses and left without a word. They tried
to find him but it was to no avail.

Cindy said,
“I guess we should have listened when he said he would leave if Lynda was
welcomed back.”

The books
were all in order and instructions for the next three months operation. After
looking over the books Betty said of all the years he worked here he never took
a cent of wages. We owe him thousands of dollars and trading Lynda for him was
a bad deal.

I'm Back !! Or NOT !!

Lynda
arrived and was chattering about a bunch of nonsense that no one wanted to
hear.It didn’t take long for her
welcome to get worn out and she was sent back home.

Like a black
cloud the losing of Joe hung over the whole ranch.

They thought
Joe could be treated shabbily and he would put up with it, but as it turns out,
some men have a dignity that doesn’t overlook betrayal.

Joe found a
small place just across the Texas, Arkansas border just big
enough for his horses to graze on and for him to ride and exercise them.

It was a
year later a Man showed up at Joe’s place with a package for Joe.He said he was a detective hired to find him
and the package was for him.

Joe asked
who it was from and he said he didn’t know he was just hired to find him and
deliver the package.

Joe took it
and went inside and put it on the table. He couldn’t imagine who wanted to give
him whatever was in the package. After looking at it for four days until his
curiosity got the better of him and he decided to open it.

Inside there
were some pictures of the ranch and of the Hustons along with some of the
people who worked the house and stables.

He was glad
to see the pictures and people he missed.Inside was some letters. The letters told him how much they missed him
and he was wanted and need back at the ranch. Also included were the wages he
earned but didn’t take for all the time he worked there.

Then there
was a letter from Cindy which said among other things; how much she missed him
and that she was still single waiting for the right man to come home and marry
her.She said she knew she loved him but
until he left she didn’t know how much.

She went on
and told how Lynda came and after one day was sent packing and was told not to
come back ever.

Cindy wrote
I will give you one month to get back here and if you don’t I am coming to get
you and bring your horses with you.

Joe had been
hurt deeply by a series of events but found it hard to stay mad after reading
all the letters from the ranch.He
finally decided he had punished himself enough, he was going home, and he would
see about getting married.

It was ten
days later when Cindy saw a familiar figure riding in from the east. She ran to
the corral where the stable hands were taking the two horses.She grabbed Joey and hugged and kissed him
like he had never been kissed before.

When is the Wedding?

When he got
his breath he said, “When’s the wedding?”

She laughed
and said, “As soon as we can get the preacher.”

His welcome
included a party and a fiesta on the day they were married.

Joe
concluded he never realized how much he meant to the Huston clan and the ranch
hands until now.

It wasn’t long
before they decided they should add on to the ranch house for there were some
young cowboys in the making running around the place and they delighted in
teasing their grandpa Huston.

HoustonTHE WRANGLER loved
every minute of it and hoped they grew up to be as fine a man as their father
Joe.

Grandma
Huston was the love of their life and she babied them until they were grown men
and on their own.

So ends the
saga of little Joe. Of course there is much more that could be written but it
is time to move on to the next tale and see what excitement is waiting for us
there.

Post
script

It was some
ten years and three boys later when Joe, Cindy, and their sons went to Chicago for a Stock Yard
doings.

They were
checking out of the hotel and were ready to return home.

Cindy went
back to the room to gather up things the boys neglected to pack and on the way
down Lynda and a man got on the elevator. Lynda said, “It is you Cindy.I thought I saw Joe but he wasn’t limping
like he was the last time I saw him.”

Cindy said a
year after we were married; Joe saw a specialist in New York and he was operated on. Now the
only thing left from his accident is a couple of scars. He can do almost
everything he could ever do and without pain.”

“You have
some boys now?”

“Yes we have
three and they want to be just like their dad. They spend a lot of their time riding Joe’s
two favorite horses Windy and Swifty. When
they get on Swifty he pretends to buck but he has taken to the boys for they
are always messing with him.”

This is my number Four

“Cindy, this
is my husband Charles. He’s my fourth and I don’t know how much longer he is
going to last before I get rid of him.”

The elevator
arrived at the main floor and Lynda said, “I think I will say hello to Joey.”

Cindy said, “That’s
not a good idea, because he doesn’t want to ever see you again.”

“Well then,
tell him I will be ready for number five soon, if he is interested.”

“No I don’t
think I will. Joe only has three
interests now, the ranch, his boys and me, and you are nowhere to be found on
his list.”

Lynda said, “Well
maybe in another ten or twelve years he will change his mind, c’mon Charles
let’s go.”

When Cindy approached
Joe he asked, “Who was that you were talking to?”

Cindy knew
the embarrassment Joe would suffer from being jilted and how his joy will die
and sadness will live on.

He went to
his room and an hour later came out. All
the staff and the Huston’s were in the big room.

Joe said , "It seems the wedding is off. That’s the
end of it and I will not discuss it. You may feel free to talk about it among
yourselves if you want to but for me it is old news.

I have much work to do and am going to take
care of business."

Everyone
could see this was a hard thing for Joe to bear but he handled it like riding a
bronco. It was hang on tight till it was
over and then wait till the bruises healed.

Then get on
another - - but Joe had no desire to find another for the bruise from this ride
wasn’t going away soon.

Lynda wrote
Cindy she would like to visit and show off her new husband and before Cindy
could write back they showed up at the ranch.

Joe was away
checking the herds and Cindy sent one of the stable hands with a note
explaining what was going on. Cindy told Lynda she had no shame showing up here
trying to rub it in on Joe by bringing this man she married to the ranch.

Lynda said, “I
wanted everyone to see why I married Mel instead of the cripple.”

Mrs. Huston
overheard the ongoing conversation and told Lynda to take her man and go and
don’t come back for she was a disgrace.

She called a
couple cow hands to show these unwelcome guests the road and they can walk back
to town. She told Lynda they better hurry for it would be dark before they got
to town if they didn’t shake a leg.

Betty said, “That
trash better never set foot on the Circle O again or I will have both of them
shot and thrown into a gully for the buzzards.”

Cindy never
saw her Ma that mad before and believed she meant every word of it, even if it
was her own daughter and new son-in-law.

It was only
six weeks later when word came down that Mel, Lynda’s husband was caught in bed
with another man’s wife and hehad been
shot dead.

A couple
months later Lynda wrote a letter to Joe wanting to renew their relationship. She played the part of a deceived woman and
now the cad was dead.

Joe was
indifferent to the whole event saying it was nothing to him but if Lynda was
ever invited to the ranch again he would leave and not come back.

It seemed
the family was inclined to forgive and to invite Lynda back into the fold and
more so as days went by.

Monday, July 21, 2014

When they
arrived at the big city, Joe checked in at a hotel and Cindy went to stay with
Lynda.

That evening
they picked Joe up and went out for dinner and some entertainment.

They met up
with one of the fellows Lynda had been dating and she introduced him to Joe.

The guy was about half drunk and was talking
incessantly. Then he said, “Oh, this is the cripple who you are in love with?”

Everything
was quiet for a while till the guy said, “He looks alright to me and should
make a good husband for you.”

No one said
anything till the guy said, “Excuse me, but I got to go, I have fiends waiting.”

It was quiet
again until Cindy said, “Well, that was interesting, I’m going over to say
hello to someone I know.While I’m gone
perhaps you might have something to say to each other.”

Still no one
said anything till Lynda spoke up, “Well, that wasn’t planned. I guess we might as well clear this right here
and now. Lynda continued, “You know I am
attracted toward you and if you don’t feel the same then it’s settled so how
about it?”

Joe said, “You
know how I feel but I haven’t been able to tell you because I didn’t want you
to be straddled with a man that wasn’t whole.”

She said, “You
have a couple stiff joints that’s all and it’s like the man said, ‘You look
like you would make a good husband for me.’ So do you want me for your wife or are you
going to live alone the rest of your life.”

He answered,
“I want you more than anything.”

She teased
him, “More than going down to Madams?”

He said, “Don’t
mention her for I never went down there.”

She laughed
and said, “I know.”

Cindy came
back and said, “I never did like that person and I hope you got this straightened
out.”